Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 75 Shred destiny

Song Qingshi once saw the phoenix in the heavenly secret fragments of the golden light of merit, saw Yue Wuhuan, and saw his own death.

Time and time again, dying in the snow, dying in chaotic arrows, dying under the wheels, dying on the execution ground…

He was lost, but as Yue Wuhuan opened his heart and gradually revealed his feelings and fragility, Song Qingshi understood the meaning of these deaths. Every time, it was a desperate **** for Yue Wuhuan’s heart-wrenching torture, forcing him to lose hope, completely mad, and had to surrender himself.

No pain, he is not afraid of pain.

He would never allow this ending to happen again.

Song Qingshi tried to analyze every death shown in the secrets of heaven, and found that most of them contained the shadow of the destiny tampering with the destiny, sudden diseases, accidents, disasters…Even in one life, he found a crisis, squatted in the house, and was also The falling meteorite smashed to death.

Every accident is a coincidence, and every coincidence happened to him, killing him.

In this life, he is a cultivator of Nascent Soul, with a high level of cultivation. He can’t just leak poison and blow up a pill furnace to kill him. Judging from the more unhappy crossing the calamity, the way of heaven seems to be able to distort the rules and create coincidences, not directly. Kill people.

So, how will he die this time?

Song Qingshi suddenly remembered that he had been killed once…

At that time, he didn’t know Yue Wuhuan, so he was not targeted by fate. He borrowed the power of the system and survived smoothly, although he didn’t understand why the system helped him.

However, An Long’s heart demon can lose control once, and it can lose control a second time. He is the strongest Nascent Soul monk, and has a half-devil bloodliness, bloodthirsty and combative, and is the most suitable chess piece for Heaven to control.

He had long turned his suspicion on An Long.

Eight hundred years of acquaintance, five hundred years of friendship, once fighting together…

Song Qingshi understands An Long’s character. He hates hiding, and likes to fight head-on. Facing dangerous pursuits, he will only become more and more courageous until he kills all the enemies. Since Wangu Sect chose to betray, An Long will definitely return to Xilin to punish the traitor…

If news of Anlong came from Xilin, even if it was **** news, it would not be a big deal.

The news that Xilin lost Anlong is the most dangerous…

An Long may have lost control of his inner demons and blushed.

There is no news for the dead.

When Xianjun Ye Lin sent the warning letter.

Song Qingshi understood that this was An Long’s war book for himself, and it was also the **** that Fate arranged for him to die, and that it was arranged for Yue Wuhuan.

He will never admit defeat.

He wants to challenge his destiny.

He wants to do his best to change the future that is more unhappy.

…

Song Qingshi stretched out his hand, black and red flame lotus appeared in the sky, illuminating the surrounding environment.

An Long covered his blood-red eyes, he didn’t adapt to the light, his thoughts were hazy, he kept wandering in madness and soberness, and finally couldn’t help laughing.

He found that he had never seen Song Qingshi’s true strength, and now the two have gone all out and fought a fierce fight, and it is not in vain for many years of friendship.

Song Qingshi, while he was still a little awake, asked, “Jinfeng Villa, have you also fallen into the demon?”

“Yes,” An Long’s body was gradually changing, and he smiled painfully, “I was controlled by a demon at the time and lost my mind… I was very uncomfortable, please lie to me, even if you say “like”, give My beautiful illusion can make the demons retreat and give up killing intent, but you refused. You hate me so much. Would you rather choose death than lie to get me out of pain?”

Song Qingshi thought for a while: “No, if you like it, you like it, and if you don’t like it, you don’t like it. I can’t lie to you.”

An Long’s breathing became rapid, and his mind was gradually attacked by the demon: “Qing Shi, I hate you so much…”

The more Wuhuan’s love is suppressed by love, and his love is suppressed by hatred and murder.

The blood of a half-devil is born with no understanding of emotions, only the desire to kill and greed.

He forced himself to learn, to understand, and to respect.

He really wanted to be a real human, but he failed.

Song Qingshi once sent him to the Master of Mercy to learn to be a human being, but he didn’t see any humanity in those children. They didn’t understand good and evil. They just became obedient puppets and followed the rules. During the battle of confinement of demons, he saw with his own eyes that the Master of Mercy was seriously injured and turned into a terrible monster, and then killed as an enemy. Then everyone thought that he was killed by the monster and worshipped as a hero. It was really ridiculous.

After the death of Master Mercy, his remaining apprentices gradually revealed their magical nature and were finally extinguished.

After all, demons are demons. Where is the humanity?

He just needs to kill…

An Long’s pupil has become a terrifying vertical pupil. He has lost any human feelings and has completely turned into a monster. He let out an inaudible whistle, and the fine noise of insects’ movements resounded in the forest, more and more, getting closer.

Song Qingshi glanced around, and between his fingers, the Red Lotus Profound Fire ignited and burned the entire forest overwhelmingly. The extreme high temperature blocked the attack of Gu insect poison, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt limbs.

He stood on the red lotus, looked condescendingly at the monsters on the ground, and made a seal.

Numerous hands stretched out from Anlong’s feet. They are poison puppets hidden in the ground, with stitched traces on their bodies, just like rag dolls crawling out of hell, tightly wrapped around the target, carrying all kinds of toxins. , Grab him. An Long’s body turned into thick scale armor, blocking the invasion of toxins. He threw out his long scorpion tail, tore off the blue and white hands, and rushed towards Song Qingshi.

He doesn’t need to know how many hole cards Song Qingshi has, he only needs to know that Song Qingshi is not good at close combat.

The defensive enchantment and the magic circle opened up in the air, quickly separating the distance between the two.

An Long sneered and stretched out his claws, tore open the barrier, and rushed towards the target in front of him. However, Song Qingshi suddenly disappeared, replaced by countless black butterflies, with highly poisonous, flying towards him overwhelmingly. An Long quickly closed his eyes, but after all, the scales fell on his face, and wounds were corroded on the scales, and then penetrated.

With a fierce claw, he tore off the infected scales, blocking the invasion of toxins, and then new scales grew out, covering the original wounds, and then slammed a whip, and threw it to the empty place nearby. , Breaking through Song Qingshi’s hidden formations, forcing him to show his true colors.

“Found it.” An Long neighed softly.

Song Qingshi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled, and threw a small black lotus flame on the ground.

Suddenly, there was an explosion on the ground. It was the poisonous puppet in ambush that launched a self-detonation attack. Then, the explosions, chain by chain, with heavy poison, bombed the entire forest, and all the trees were corroded into black venom. All were extinct, huge pits up to tens of meters deep appeared on the ground, and everything was buried. The air was filled with poisonous mist, infiltrating the breath, the skin, and every inch of the body.

The dust dispersed, revealing Anlong’s figure. He wrapped himself in hard scale armor to protect the vitals and avoid most of the damage. However, toxins invaded his body and affected his actions. Feeling gradually dulled. His breathing became slightly heavier, but his emotions became more and more excited.

This is a happy battle…

This is an opponent worth killing…

He stood up again, rushed towards the target, then disappeared in the air, appeared in front of Song Qingshi instantly, and slammed his abdomen with a punch. Song Qingshi was knocked out. Even with the protection of high-level vestments, his ribs were still cracked. The Yuan Ying who was shaking in the dantian became more and more dangerous.

Song Qingshi stood up with difficulty. He had known for a long time that Anlong’s strongest was not a Gu worm, but a natural battle bone. He possessed the strongest physique and fighting instinct, and could easily see through all the flaws and find the weak points suitable for attack.

He gave up part of his defense and made a mark of the black death butterfly on Anlong’s body.

Black butterflies gathered one after another and attacked the marked enemies.

An Long glanced at the butterfly, and then gave out a silent whistle. Countless grimace moths surged like a tornado, rushing through the flame barrier without fear, and pounced on the black butterflies in groups, and one of them died. Another one, the corpse piled on the mountain, took away the poisonous scales of the black death butterfly, consumed the venom in the body, and made them lose the ability to attack.

Song Qingshi realized the crisis, and a ghostly fire rose up in his body, trying to burn the approaching enemy to death.

However, the scorpion tail suddenly appeared, pierced his abdomen, and firmly nailed him to the rock wall.

An Long walked out slowly among the group of grimace moths: “I caught you.”

Song Qingshi clutched the scorpion tail in his abdomen tightly, panting. He knew that if he couldn’t pull out the piercing weapon now, he would lose a lot of blood. Fortunately, before the war, he took a powerful analgesic pill, controlling most of the pain to a tolerable range, and keeping his mind clear.

An Long walked over slowly, stretched out his hand, and gently touched his face, trying to wipe off the blood on it.

There was a sharp pain from the fingertips. He felt that he touched the hot pill furnace, scorched the hard scales, the skin was open and fleshy, and it emitted an unpleasant smell. The severe pain made him wake up for a moment, and **** tears were streaming down his **** eyes. He asked hoarsely: “Why?”

As soon as the voice fell, he couldn’t speak anymore.

Feelings are the sweetest thing in the world and the cruelest thing in the world.

There is no reason.

“Qing Shi, I don’t want to kill you,” he looked at the person in front of him, and desperately prayed again, “please, as long as you say “like”, even if you lie, let the heart demon let me go and let you go. ”

The sharp auditory hallucinations in his mind kept clamoring, sending out killing signals, eroding his will. Only by killing the person in front of him or getting what he wanted can he get rid of this ugly appearance and be free from pain.

He didn’t know how long he could hold on.

Song Qingshi raised his head and said softly: “It’s useless.”

The same scene, the same prayer, finally reminded him of what happened in Jinfeng Villa.

“Fake is fake after all, and it can’t be true,” Song Qingshi gasped hard and told him the real answer, “I can’t lie to you, you are the Gu genius I admire, and you were my best friend. Okay, helped me a lot…so…I can never deceive your heart with lies, this is a humiliation to your feelings…”

An Long stared at him blankly, as if he had met for the first time.

Tears shed tears in Song Qingshi’s eyes. He smiled and said, “I caught you too.”

From beginning to end, what he was waiting for was such an opportunity. Scorpion tail connected the two people, and no one could escape.

An Long finally understood that death is his best belonging.

He smiled and lowered his head, embracing the blood-covered boy into his arms, still getting burned every inch of his body, just in exchange for a moment of sobriety; he gently branded a kiss on his forehead, and his lips burned inch by inch. Burnt, hardly to see the original appearance, just for the final farewell.

The most painful hug in the world is also the most painful kiss, but he is willing.

The black lotus and red lotus in the sky forcibly merge into one, turning into a brilliant golden color, emitting a breath of death.

An Long lowered his head gently, still relying on Song Qingshi to push the death lotus into his arms.

The lotus exploded instantly, exploding the hard scales and piercing the chest cavity. All the internal organs were destroyed. The blood splashed everywhere. It could not be stopped no matter what, and it quickly stained the gravel and penetrated into the ground a little bit.

It turned out that the blood of the half devil was also red.

The auditory hallucinations in his mind almost turned into crazy alarm bells, and the sea of ​​consciousness became messy. He felt that his body was being forcibly repaired a little bit, depriving him of the right to die. This violated the laws of heaven and earth, and his body was transformed. It’s weird, what happened?

An Long was a little anxious and flustered.

The scorpion tail was disconnected, and Song Qingshi urgently treated the wound and stopped the blood with gold needles and medicine.

He slowly crawled towards An Long, checked his unreasonable changes in his body, and confirmed his own judgment-Destiny chose An Long as a **** to destroy Yue Wu Huan, so he was not allowed to die in his own hands.

There is no luck, but a forceful kill.

“Don’t be afraid,” Song Qingshi comforted softly, “Death is not the real end, but a new beginning.”

The golden light of merit in the picture scroll is very gentle.

It does not want to let himself see the pain of death again and again, but wants him to see opportunities for rebirth again and again. If the death arranged by Tiandao cannot be avoided, what he has to do is to hurry up, give Yue Wuhuan enough reminders and promises, leave sufficient preparations for himself, and then wait for the beginning of a new cycle.

Phoenix Nirvana, living towards death…

This is the correct answer given by the picture scroll.

An Long looked at his calm expression and gradually calmed down the anxiety in his heart.

Song Qingshi struggled to sacrifice the tattered Yuan Ying in his body. The self-detonation of the Yuan Ying monk could destroy all creatures in a radius of a hundred miles. He would destroy himself, Anlong, the entire secret realm, and everything.

Every crack on Yuanying is a symbol of ruthlessness.

After watching for a long time, An Long finally asked the question he wanted to know a long time ago: “Qing Shi, do you regret it? You rescued an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf in the foul swamp, ugly, ungrateful, and revenge. …Hurt you again and again…”

Song Qingshi thought for a while and shook his head: “I have never regretted it.”

An Long asked incredulously: “Why?”

Song Qingshi smiled and said: “If you didn’t save you, how could there be a surprisingly talented Gu King in the world? A rebellious God of War? Those days of adventure together…really happy…”

He stopped his voice, and suddenly remembered that in the memory of the picture scroll, a majestic and domineering black dragon would occasionally appear next to Phoenix.

The black dragon likes to provoke the phoenix, then fight in the clouds, fighting in the sky, and then reconciling after the fight, flying side by side…like a good friend.

Song Qingshi was envious of this.

The black scales on An Long’s face, with vertical pupils in his eyes, gradually overlapped with the black dragon in his memory. He was pulled off the dragon scales and the dragon tendons, turned into an ugly monster, lost his former glory, lost all his pride, but he was still struggling, resisting, and would rather die than be reduced to being controlled by fate. Of chess pieces.

Song Qingshi looked more and more carefully, and more carefully.

An Long blocked his gaze with his hand, and said in fear: “Don’t look at me, I am a monster.”

Song Qingshi: “Don’t be afraid, this is not the real you.”

An Long asked: “What should the real me be?”

Song Qingshi thought about the black dragon that accompanied the phoenix flying above the nine heavens: “Probably very handsome.”

“Nonsense,” An Long couldn’t help laughing. The laughter tugged the wound in his chest, but he was very happy. He said loudly, “Kill me, otherwise I still have a breath. I will definitely kill you and Yue Wu Huan…”

The voice in his mind became sharper and sharper, like an organ that was about to be destroyed, emitting dangerous hums.

An Long looked at him and said goodbye softly: “If we can meet again, there won’t be a third time.”

Song Qingshi smiled and nodded: “I believe you.”

Yuan Ying gradually shattered, about to tear apart the layout of fate.

…

Suddenly, a crazy alarm sounded.

A strange black hole appeared in the air, swallowing his whole person, blocking the power of Yuan Ying’s explosion.

The chaotic sound of the system came from the void, with a stutter, like an instrument that has been hit by a virus, consumes too much energy, and is about to collapse:

“Tasker Song Qingshi, the number of failures: one.”

“The tasker Song Qingshi, the number of failures: 1,350.”

“Tasker Song Qingshi, the number of failures: one.”

“The tasker Song Qingshi, the number of failures: 1,350.”

“Tasker Song Qingshi, the number of failures: one.”

“The tasker Song Qingshi, the number of failures: 1,350.”

“Plot correction, send the tasker.”

“Plot correction, send the tasker.”

“…”

Song Qingshi disappeared in the black hole, only had time to leave the last words to An Long: “Don’t kill without joy, you will regret it!”

An Long was struggling to get up and stop, but the injury affected his body’s movement, after all, he was half a step slower. He watched the seriously injured Song Qingshi disappear for no apparent reason, his mind was in confusion, and he couldn’t understand what had happened.

He tried to fish a handful of air, but felt nothing.

There is no wave of spells, no traces of sorcery.

He felt that Song Qingshi’s breath was erased by the world, as if it had never existed.

The demonization of his body gradually receded, and he returned to his human appearance.

This kind of thing happened before, when Song Qingshi died.

An Long sat on the spot in a daze, until most of the serious injuries on his body were repaired, and there was no way to recover.

The auditory hallucinations in my mind are much weaker, and I’m still talking about:

“He, he’s lying…”

“Don’t, don’t believe it, you won’t regret it…”

“Yes, I saved you.”

“Quickly, go to the Valley of the King of Medicine, the more you kill it, the more you won’t be happy.”

“…”

An Long sat for a long time, thought for a long time, and finally stood up.

He dragged heavy steps and walked towards the Medicine King Valley step by step.